beautician baby
her hair, blonde in the way only a toddler's can be
escaped barrettes and blew across blue eyes
long hair, daddies like and mommies brush
to remove the tangles left by dreams
this hair, she poked out her bottom lip
to direct a blast of baby breath against it
and it fluttered up, blonde hair, caught the light
to settle back on cheek as sure as eyes are blue
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